"Do you mean that I should give him a drug, and----"
"No; I mean--Harold Garth."
"My peasant patient. Well?"
"How stupid you are," said Lady Jim, with unfeigned irritation. "This man Garth is very like Jim, and is apparently dying----"
"He can't live another two months."
"Then the matter is easily managed. Can't you see?"
"Yes," replied Demetrius, whose quick brain seized the feasibility of the scheme at once. "But will your husband give you up?"
Leah nodded, not wishing to be too explicit. "We have arranged that."
"And does he know that his disappearance means our marriage?"
"No! He thinks you are poor, and will do anything for money."